I was a coward on instinct.

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.

For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates.

Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.

What is more miserable than discontent?

There is flattery in friendship.

I do know when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows.